Photo: © Randy Mazie “She insists on coming,” he noted without raising his head and even though I hadn’t worded my question. The quiet breathed and a soft breeze rustled the leaves and made shadows caress the stones. “She stands by the gate and belts until I take her,” he added and continued to … Continue reading A Kid’s Rock
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